bitter, making it difficult to swallow. 。Over three million, over three million! Tang Wulin kept repeating the value in his mind, his eyes widening as he seriously swallowed its juice, bit by bit. In..."First-class combat readiness" 。Repetition, first-level combat readiness 。"Lock on target, await command!"

The whirring of the soul conductor echoed across the northern lands.

On a sea surface covered with vast swathes of ice, long-range cannons from three major fleets all aimed at the distant horizon. 。Quietly waiting. 。Everyone is waiting for the arrival of this important moment. 。This might also be a moment of life and death for mankind!

Dong Zi'an was at the forefront of the Western Army Corps defense line. His crimson werewolf mecha was so conspicuous.

Let every Western soldier be able to see clearly does not have a significant advantage. 。Even if their cultivation levels were higher, it would still be the same. 。Therefore, truly rational people can analyze that apart from Long Yue, in fact, the...